The Gambling Debt (Closed)

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~~ Closed for Homerun2611 and myself ~~

Nova had spent most of her evenings at her job at the local pub, behind the bar, pouring drinks. For a 21 year old college student, it was a pretty good gig. She was funny, personable, easy to talk to, she made great drinks, and truth be told, she was gorgeous, at least to the gaggle of guys that always surrounded the bar when she was there. She had lost count how many times she had been asked out. It was dozens tho, dozens. She always demurely declined. She wanted to concentrate on her schooling. She wanted to be a Nurse, with the hopes of maybe becoming a Doctor. And she was currently dating Grant, another college student.

Her parents would be proud. Well, her adoptive parents. Maxine and Ronald Westford had adopted Nova when she was 6 months old, after her birth mother had died of a drug overdose. She had no idea who her birth father was other than he had been put to death for killing a cop. She chose to not look into that any further. The Westfords had told her all about her adoption when she turned 18. They had been good to her. Raised her well. She was beautiful, intelligent, did not do drugs, did not drink to much, and wanted to someday be a Doctor. She was even still a virgin, at 21... almost 22.. In this day and age, that was, well, pretty special. Nova had no interest in sex with just anyone. She wanted it to be special, and she hadn't met anyone "that" special. Her current beau, Grant, was nice enough. But not special. Not yet anyways.

The only "fly in the ointment" to this little story is that Ronald has a gambling problem and always had.. He had managed to keep it pretty well hidden from Maxine and Nova. And he managed to mostly keep his gambling debt in line. He wasn't a card playing, or even a casino going gambler. He like betting on horse racing and sporting events. That was what got him off. That was where his problem lied. College games, Boxing matches, Pro-sports, he would bet on them all. Often he won, often he did not.

It was early February. It was the Superbowl. The Detroit Lions had somehow, despite being a sub par team, made it in against the Dallas Cowboys. This was a no brainer. Ronald, hoping to win big and pay off his past debt, bet big, as in VERY big... a very large, very large, very very large amount of money, on the Superbowl, on the Cowboys. And when the Lions managed to pull a miracle out of their asses and WIN, well Ronald, he lost. He lost it all. And he did not have the money to cover the bet. His family savings was gone. He could not re-mortgage the house again. He was in trouble, very big trouble. When the Debt Collection came due, he had nothing.

Well, he had one thing. His virginal, 21 year old daughter. He had laid her on the line, her beauty and her virginity.

He lost.. and now so does she...

Nova knew all about the Superbowl. The bar was rocking that night. She knew nothing about her father's bet, or her father's loss, or what her father had done...

She found out, the weekend after, when the Debt came due. She was just coming home from another late shift at the bar, she was tired, it had been a long day. Letting herself in, she found her father, sitting on the couch, holding his head in his hands, muttering "what have I done".. They were coming to collect the debt. They were coming... for her....

"Daddy? What's the matter?" she asked as she shut the door behind her. She did not see the long, dark limo that was pulling up in front of the house.

"gods... what have I done" her father was still muttering as he looks at his beautiful daughter.. she standing there before him in her long black skirt and cream colored sweater.. hair pulled back in a long pony tail... she was gorgeous.. what had he done... what... had... he ... done....

"Daddy?" she again implores... as the door behind her is thrust open...

 

[Homerun2611]

Vincent, Vinnie, Turco was a two bit hood, wannabe wiseguy. He could have been more, but he had fucked all of that up, and now, he was who he was. Organized crime is an apprentice business, unless you ae born royalty. Vinnie was not. He was twenty two, he had dropped out, actually flunked out of Villanova after his freshman year, and gone back home to NYC. His father was dead, but he had been a loyal "employee" of Anton Feccerata, the Don of the Don's, and the most powerful crime syndicate in New York City, if not the entire United States.

His father, James, had been Anton's controller, aware of every aspect of the business, both the legit side, the olive oil and fishing commercial fishing operations, and the illegal, gambling, drugs and prostitution. James had never been "made" he didn't want to be, for other than accounting and laundering hundreds of millions of dollars, he never touched any of the vices, he never saw the drugs, girls, nothing, Anton felt the less he saw the less risk for everyone.

It had been twelve years ago, the last great war amongst the families. It had been the Puzzo's from the bronx that had led the rebellion. Declaring war by kidnapping not only James Turco, but Anton's little brother, Francisco. Neither had cracked, given anything, but by the time Anton figured out what was going on, both men had been tortured so severely, they were gone. Each passing at Mount Sinai hospital over the next week, never regaining consciousness.

Anton's organization was built on three pillars, honor, loyalty and ruthlessness. They may seem at odds with each other, but they were all Anton, and for him it made perfect sense. The war itself had ended in a bloodbath, the Puzzo family eviscerated, and never again had Anton's empire been challenged. Anton had made sure the family was taken care of, every week Vincent's mother, Marietta, received an envelope with five $1,000 dollar bills in it.

Vincent had gone to private schools in Manhattan, courtesy of Anton, when he graduated, with marginal grades, Anton had used his pull to get Vincent into Villanova, his father's alma mater, all with a free ride, courtesy of Anton Feccerata. However, when Vincent partied and failed all but one class, the scholarship was over.

This time when Marietta came to see Anton, his tone was much firmer. The boy had wasted away his opportunity and now needed to be held accountable. The woman begged that Anton take him into the business. Of course her husband had taught her well, so she was careful never referencing anything illegal, just stating over and over that Vincent was a good boy, and could be a hard worker.

Vincent was given an opportunity on the "legit" side, working the docks, a chance to be a foreman, but the other side, held much more appeal. That was where the excitement was, the juice! As stated earlier, organized crime is an apprentice industry. Vincent wanted a career, to be a real wiseguy, to get "made" into the Feccerata crime family. So, Vincent had been given a small bookie operation, everything on the upper west side, and unfortunately for Vincent, that included one Ronald Westford.

Initially Ronald was small time, most best $50, win some, lose some, but he paid his way. Anton ran a sophisticated operation, if any player started to bankroll any debt of over $500, the bookies were supposed to run a full credit check, as if they were applying for a visa or a mortgage. However, Vinnie had talked to Ronald, he had always paid, and so the tab grew, as did the "vig" or vigorish, which is the rate that bookies lend money. Early on there is no charge, but as the balance increases, usually in excess of $1,000 for a period of over two weeks, or any time over $5,000, the interest or vigorish kicks in... usually doubling every week until cleared.

For Ronald, it had all happened quick, one bad weekend of college football, Boston College upsetting Notre Dame, a last second interception on a meaningless throw, and USC failed to cover against UCLA. Ronnie was down $200, that night the Knicks, who were 10 point favorites over the Lakers, didn't cover on the money line. Now a 10 point favorite, to win back the $200, he had already lost, required a $2,000 bet to win $200, but a ten point favorite, the Knicks hadn't lost in two weeks, was a sure thing, right? WRONG. They blew the lead in the last three minutes and suddenly Ronald was down $2,200, the next day, Ohio State didn't cover versus Michigan, then that night Oklahoma won, but not by enough and Ronald was down $8,800 and desperate.

The good and bad news for gamblers was there is some sort of game every night, and Ronnie was chasing, doubling his bet every time, hoping to break even. Ronnie was down $25,000 about to become $50,000 with the vig, when the Superbowl offered his salvation. Vinnie had now done the background credit, and he knew Ronnie didn't have a pot to piss in. He had mortgaged everything, maxed his credit cards, and there was no fucking chance he could pay back the money. And if he couldn't, the debt became Vinnie's!

Vincent had one strike, Villanova, and if this debt went south, this would be a bigger perhaps unforgivable strike, it had gotten out of hand and Vinnie had let it happen. So when Ronald called in, positive that the Superbowl, one final bet could make it all good, Vinnie rejected him cold. "Listen you fucking deadbeat, you're done, not another penny ... but then came the offer ...

"Vinnie, I know, I know, I fucked up, but I will make it good, you know I will." It was the line of every degenerate gambler. Again Vinnie refused. "But, but, my daughter, she's beautiful and 21 and ... she can be my collateral." Vinnie could barely believe his ears, "Your daughter, what the fuck would I do with your daughter?" Ronald laughed, a laugh of the truly desperate, or perhaps partially insane, "Well, she's a virgin, and I guess, whatever you want?"

It made Vinnie's skin crawl, but then he realized the daughter, like the old man, wasn't much of a prize. It was three days before the Superbowl. Ronald readily told Vinnie where she worked, and he could check her out for himself. If he lost, which he wouldn't the girl was his, all his. Vinnie made no promises, but he did go to the bar where Nova worked, and after a brief bit of confusion, where he was pointed in the girl's direction, only to find a 200 pound five foot three ball of nasty drunken mess. "Figures!" Vincent said, and was about to leave, "No, fuck no, not her ... but ... her!"

Vinnie did a double take, this couldn't be right. This girl had this uncanny combination of innocence matched with a body and face to die for. "Her?" He gestured in her direction. "Yeah that's her, but don't waste your time, she doesn't go home with customers, she doesn't go home with anyone, she just walks around with that smile and that body, never realizing how may guys jack off to her every night."

Vincent walked out of the bar, and called Ronald, "We'll take the bet, but we will collect, understand?"
This girl could fetch $100,000 easy if sold at auction, Vinnie didn't know much about that side of the business, but a gorgeous, twenty one year old virgin, was a unicorn, and six figures was conservative. However, he had bigger aspirations, this could be his big chance. Rather than the end of his career, this could be the thing that got him made, bringing this girl to Mr. Feccerata.

He wouldn't be James fuck up son, he would be a man worth investing in, a man who might be worthy of being made, or at least he hoped so. When the game ended, Vinnie could not have been more excited. He called the head of the family himself, "Mr. Feccerata, Sir, we have an interesting situation."

Anton was stern, "This debt never should have gotten this high, did you do the credit check?" Vinnie lied.

"And the girl, she is attractive?" Vinnie laughed, almost giddy, "Gorgeous Sir!"

"You were told she is a virgin, I will have a Doctor here to verify, give the father a chance to tell the truth, but if he had lied, kill him." Remember that part about honor and ruthlessness'?

"Collect her this Saturday nigh, I will send you the dress I want you to have her put on, and bring her to me, do not touch her or sully her in any way, do you understand Vincent? ... Oh, and Vincent, let her know, first impressions are important to me!"

Vinnie had his muscle with him, when he pounded on Ronald's door and pushed his way in. "Where's the bitch?" Vinnie was trying to act the part of the tough guy, and he saw Ronald's eyes look toward his daughter. There she was, "Hello, it is Nova, correct?"

He had a box with an emerald green gown in it, it was little more than lingerie, and quite intentionally did not include a bra or panties. However, Anton had understood she had gorgeous amber colored hair, and chosen the color of the dress, himself. Vinnie tossed the box to the girl, "Put it on, right here, right now, and then I have somewhere to take you, I will explain the rest on the way." Vincent was also carrying a pamphlet of legal papers, and before they left, Ronald would sign over his daughter, but for the deal to be complete, once she met Anton, she would have to do the same.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Nova was beyond confused, and more than a little scared. Maxine, hearing the door slam open, came stumbling out of the bedroom, pulling her robe on. "What's going on?" she asked, thinking maybe this was some kind of dream. Who were these men? And why was Ronald just sitting there as if, as if was caught in some kind of trap he could not get out of? "Ronald?" she stared at her husband, who refused to look at either his wife or his daughter.

"Hello, it is Nova, correct?"

Nova just leveled her amber gaze at him, but she did not answer. She was completely confused and not understanding at all who these men were and what they wanted with her? Why her? "Dad?" she looked at her father. But Ronald just shook his head. Coward that he was, he had sacrificed his daughter to save his own sorry ass. "Ronald?" Maxine questioned, but again, he could only shake his head.

The one man, the leader, she supposed, did not say anything more, he instead tossed a box in her direction which she actually caught, more out of reaction then thinking about it. "What is...?" but she did not get any further when he calmly stated, "Put it on, right here, right now, and then I have somewhere to take you, I will explain the rest on the way."

She looked at the man speaking to her. What was he talking about? Put what on? Go where? "I will do no such thing" she quickly answered, looking back at her father. "Nova, do as he says" Ronald would not even look at his daughter when speaking to her. "What? Dad?" She looked back at Vinnie, well she didn't know his name yet, and the guys standing with him. It was then that she noticed the guns. Why did they have guns? What the fuck was going on? But, to be honest those questions now fell by the wayside, replaced with her rising fear. "NOVA" her father raised his voice. "If you don't do what they want, they will kill us all. Is that what you want"?? Nothing like making your daughter feel responsible for your mistake Ronald. Maxine was dumbfounded. "RONALD" she yelled. But the men stepping forward, guns drawn, quickly shut her up.

Nova opened the box. She was shaking badly now. But they had guns. And for some reason, her father was cooperating with them. Shouldn't he have been, protecting her or something?

Swallowing hard, she took out the deep, emerald green gown, well, it felt more like lingerie to her, it was slinky and silken, with a long slit up one side. She again looked at her father. Then back at the men. They were getting impatient, that much was obvious. Her heart was wildly beating in her chest, but she would do what that one man had "asked". She wanted to leave the room to change, but when she took a step toward the doorway to the other room, one of the brutes easily blocked the way. Nova looked back at the man, the Leader, and saw the slow, deliberate shake of his head "Here, Now" was all he said.

No, no, she could not just strip in front of these men, these strange men. Every warning, red flag, alarm, was going off in her head. "Please" she quietly said, "I, can't, not here"

The man scanned the room, and saw a blanket, strewn on the nearby sofa. He picked it up and tossed it to her mother. It took Maxine, who was shaking as badly as her daughter, only a moment to realize what he wanted. Holding it up spread open, she gave her daughter, her beautiful, innocent daughter, some cover to allow her to do what the men wanted, what that one man had "asked".

Nova took off her boots and slipped out of her skirt and sweater. It was obvious this "gown" was not meant to be worn with underwear of any kind. A bra was completely out of the question. Her hands were quivering as she took off the one she was wearing and slid the silken gown down over her sleek, lithe, smooth form. It fit like a well made silken glove, but it only took her a second to know her panties were not going to work, the seams easily outlined in the emerald green material. A thong maybe, but she did not even own a thong, let alone have one handy to just slip into. She could feel that chilling grip of terror starting to take hold as she slipped her panties off. What if... what if she went with them and they... they.... they.... She could feel tears forming at the very thought. But what choice did she have? She still had no real idea what was going on other than the fact that it involved her father and these men. She didn't even think her mother knew either, she could tell that by the look in her eyes. She was as confused and frightened as she was.

When she stepped out from behind the blanket, the men actually caught their breath. She was stunning, with her deep auburn mane spilling down her back, her almost mesmerizing amber golden eyes, and pale smooth fair complexion. The dress clung to her like a second skin, accenting every curve in that deep gorgeous green. Even in bare feet, she was sultry, and supple, and moved with a fluid grace. Vinnie tossed her the black heels that lay near the door, not saying anything, and Nova slipped them on. Those heels only served to enhance and complete the picture, the beauty, that she was.

With one last look back at her father, who still would not look at her, and her crying mother, Nova was lead out to the waiting Limo.

 

[Homerun2611]

Vincent knew he was in over his head, and this was a make or break opportunity. He had taken a huge chance, and as Mr. Feccerata had made clear, he hadn't run the credit check, he had allowed the debt to get too high, and he had accepted the girl as collateral, without the appropriate approvals, including the most important approval of all, Anton Feccerata. There was no man who both scared and inspired Vincent more, he knew he had blown it, lost the man's trust, and now, this was one last desperate attempt to make it all right!

Part of the gig, at Vincent's entry level book making position, was he had to arrange for his own muscle. Anton made it clear when force was allowed, when torture appropriate, but always honor. They represented the Feccerata Family, and there were standards. Luckily labor was not hard to find, tough guys who cracked heads for pleasure, the greater challenge was reigning them in.

Cassius Valencia had gone to high school with Vincent, until sophomore year that is, when he was thrown out. A surprise drug dog, walk through found coke in his locker. He was a juvi, so he didn't serve real time, but his academic career was done. Despite being underage he had worked as a bouncer for almost five years, until Vincent spotted him at a dance club in the tough South Boston area. Vincent had a new opportunity, he would get 5% of the cut, an actual salary, and benefits, Anton ran a class organization. In total it was almost 150% more than he had been making and justified moving up to NYC. Oh yeah, the best part, he got to carry a gun, and had learned how to use it.

The other muscle, was brand new, in truth his mother had asked Vincent to find Jonny Valencia a job. Jonny wasn't the brightest bulb in the store, he had tried to go the golden gloves route, and while he was tough, he was no boxer. His mother asked Marietta if Vincent might help her son, knowing full well, that she was turning him over to organized crime. But it paid well, and Jonny needed to belong to something. The Feccerata Family was a bit like the army, you got scared straight quick. If you were loyal, Anton Feccerata took care of you.

Bursting into the Westford residence one thing was clear, Ronald had not told his daughter what he had done and how her life would never be the same. Vincent was glad he had Cassius, as he didn't know what to expect, but once he saw Ronald, he knew there wasn't going to be a fight, at least not from the male, if you could call him that, of the household. Momentarily he felt sorry for the girl, and then, looking around, maybe it was for the better?

When the mother came in, Vincent knew Nova must be adopted, for her looks didn't come from either of these two. When the mother screeched out to her husband a second time, just as Vincent was throwing her the box with the dress, Cassius had had enough. "Can't I at least shoot the bitch?" Vincent game him the look, and Cassius knew he had crossed the line. "You do and Mr. Feccerata will have your head, and no cursing, you know that is not allowed."

Vincent saw Ronald's eyes flash to him, knowing now for certain just what kind of trouble he was in. He ordered his daughter to obey, and that was really it, Vincent had seen the blanket, and allowed the girl some modesty, but when she came out, even more after he had tossed her the heels, he couldn't help but smile. His bet was going to pay off, it had too, she was spectacular! Vincent could also tell she was smart, so why was it the man who ensured her family would not be treated violently if they behaved, and didn't allow foul language, scared the living shit out of her father? She would learn, he thought, Anton Feccerata was a complicated man.

He carefully guided Nova out, only turning as he left. "Cassius, take her to the car, and do not touch!" Closing the door, he came back in and pulled out the envelope. "Sign the papers. This is your acknowledgement surrendering all rights to your daughter, both of you." He saw the hesitation on the woman, he would learn it was Maxine's, face. "Your husband bet your daughter, he lost, I'm sorry."

The look in her eyes made him wonder of Ronald would survive the night, but she signed. As Vincent walked out, he turned, "Don't even think of doing or saying anything. I will be back tomorrow, to let you know what happens next." It had to be tomorrow, for even Vincent didn't know what would happen next, he didn't even have a clue.

Vincent slipped into the back seat of the limo, next to Nova, she even smelled perfect. "I'm sure you have questions, but there isn't much I can tell you. Your father put you up as collateral in a bet, a huge bet, and he was way underwater. Take it as a compliment, not many woman could have covered that debt. I am taking you to see my boss, Anton Feccerata...."

Vincent stopped to see if she knew about the crime boss, but if she did, she was a very good actress. "He is a very, very powerful man, and now, you belong to him. He will explain the rest." He saw the look in her eyes, panic. "It isn't as bad as you think, you will have never met another man like him. In different time, he would have been a Duke, or even a King, he is ..." Vincent tried to find the right word. "Regal. ... When my father died, he took care of my mother and I, paid for my college, until I let him down. I am trying to earn my way back, he is a man of honor ..." He looked into her eyes, "Do not disappoint him!"

If she listened she would hear the mix of fear, respect and total admiration Vincent felt for Mr. Feccerata, as he constantly referred to him. Vincent let her ask her questions, answered what he could, but as they pulled up to the mansion, he suddenly got very serious, "Make sure you let him know I never touched you, that I let you change behind the blanket, and I didn't let my men curse." It was an odd combination of things, but all were important to Vinnie. This was his big chance, and he wanted to cover every detail.

Then, suddenly he remembered, "SHIT!! ... Oh, I'm so sorry.." He reached in to help her out at the curved entrance to the gated, palatial estate. He suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to talk to the father about her being a virgin. He shrugged, resigned to what ever would be would be, all would soon be known, and if Ronald had lied, they were all probably dead!

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Nova slid into the soft leather seat of the Limo, making sure to move to the furthest point, as far away from the Brute with the gun as she could get. Cassius, that was his name. He had been told not to touch. And he did not even attempt. This small fact told Nova a couple of things. This was not a random kidnapping. There was nothing random about this at all, she was beginning to realize, based on her father's reactions and her observation of these.... men.

She knew who the Leader was, at least the Leader of this little group. She did not know his name, not yet. Neither of the other 2 had mentioned it. But she did hear and even recognized the name Mr. Feccerata. Nova observed. Nova listened. Nova worked in a bar at the very edge of "Little Italy". Sure, a lot of college students frequented the place, but there had always been the "other" clientele. They usually sat in the back, or just reserved the private back room. Men in suits. Men with guns. Nova was very observant. And, the men liked Nova. Of course. Given her looks, how she carried herself, the fact that she made impeccable drinks, and was always courteous, yet had a sense of humor. They always requested her to serve them, and she always did. And, Nova kept her mouth shut.

She knew who these men were. Well, not who as in name, but she knew they were mob affiliated. She knew they were part of that world. Drugs, Loan sharking, Weapons, Sex Trade, Murder. She was not naive. That world existed, and it existed at the very bar she worked at. But she never felt as if she had any reason to be scared or worry. That was their world. She had no desire to be involved. She treated the men with the same respect she would treat any other customer. And she never repeated anything she may have heard while serving them their drinks. And this was well known among the men, they paid as much attention to such things as she did. She was quiet, funny, beautiful, and respectful. And she kept her mouth shut.

They never worried about Nova.

Nova never worried about them.

She had never seen any of these 3 at the bar tho. That did not surprise her. There were dozens of bars and Italian Restaurants in Little Italy. Most likely the men she saw in hers did not hang out much elsewhere. Once they found a comfortable place, then tended to stick to it.

Nova covered herself as best she could in that slinky green gown... She could feel the Brute's eyes on her, as if drinking her in. And it was not lost on her that he was, well, showing his interest. But he obeyed the orders given and did not touch. But it was very very clear that he certainly wanted to. She looked out the window of the Limo, not at her home, she dared not look in the direction. She had a bad feeling, a very bad feeling, about everything happening, and she did not want to start crying. That would not help her now, so she fought to control that. So she stared, staying silent, out the other window, trying to keep her fear under some sort of control.

A few minutes later, the other 2 men, the Leader and his other Brute, slid into the Limo, the Leader pushing over to sit next to her. Nova retreated into the corner as best she could, just watching him. He was the Leader, he was the one currently in control. He was the one she needed to keep an eye on and deal with.

She didn't even have to ask him what was going in, he volunteered the information readily...

"I'm sure you have questions, but there isn't much I can tell you. Your father put you up as collateral in a bet, a huge bet, and he was way underwater. Take it as a compliment, not many woman could have covered that debt. I am taking you to see my boss, Anton Feccerata...."

"My father.... did ... what!?" she said, more to herself than to the man speaking. Nova knew all about gambling debts. A lot of gambling went on at the bar. A LOT!! She had seen men in tears, begging for more time to pay, usually that was in the back private room of course, but she had seen it, and often.

The name, Anton Feccerata, she had heard it before. But just in conversations between the men. She had no real knowledge of who he was. He was not someone who frequented the bar she worked at, but then again, she got the impression, even by just listening to the men speak of him, that he was not one to frequent bars at all.

"He is a very, very powerful man, and now, you belong to him. He will explain the rest." He saw the look in her eyes, panic. "It isn't as bad as you think, you will never meet another man like him. In a different time, he would have been a Duke, or even a King, he is ..." Vincent tried to find the right word. "Regal. ... When my father died, he took care of my mother and I, paid for my college, until I let him down. I am trying to earn my way back, he is a man of honor ..." He looked into her eyes, "Do not disappoint him!"

Nova observed as she listened. Remember, she was so very good at that. She could hear that slight quiver to the man's voice when he spoke about this Anton Feccerata. It was as if he was terrified of him and worshipped him, at the same time. That made some sense to Nova. Some men "ruled" through fear and respect. It was very obvious that this man admired and so very much desired this Anton Feccerata's approval.. that was for sure...

"How much did my father owe" she asked. It was not something she needed to know. But she was dealing with the consequences, she deserved to know. When she heard the amount, she had to wonder what her father was thinking. If she had only realized he was in such trouble, maybe she could have helped. Maybe... But all that was entirely too late now. She set her gaze on the man again... "What is your name?" "Vincent" .... "Vincent, I am not sure how smart it was to put all your eggs in this basket. I am out to save myself, not you, you need to remember that" Nova remembered one thing she often heard in the back room with the men.... Do NOT show fear.... She was trying to employ that here. Was she scared, of course she was, she was terrified. But being a crying, sobbing, begging "captive" and that is what she was, was not going to help her. She had to be smarter than that.

She met Vincent's gaze, it was apparent he was not quite happy with her response. Perhaps he was expecting her to be crying, begging. Well, that was not going to happen, she hoped. She had to keep a tight rein on her fear, she knew that.

Vincent suddenly got very serious, "Make sure you let him know I never touched you, that I let you change behind the blanket, and I didn't let my men curse." It was an odd combination of things, but all were important to Vinnie. This was his big chance, and he wanted to cover every detail. Nova nodded, it was the truth, why lie.

She felt the Limo slow and then stop. She took note that they had been traveling for about 40 minutes or so. She wasn't sure if that would be important, but she filed that small bit of information away in the back of her mind.

The brutes had gotten out as had Vinnie. Nova was sliding across the seat when she heard him "SHIT!! ... Oh, I'm so sorry.." and he reached in his hand. Did he think this was the prom or something, that he needed to be the gentleman? This Vinnie guy was a mess of complicated and contradicting emotions, she saw. One moment terrified of his Boss, the next, in command of the Brutes, another was his worship and admiration for that Boss again, and his actions toward her, one moment she was nothing but the "prize" he was collecting, the bitch as he had called her, the next she was a "woman" who deserved to be treated as such.

She took his hand and stepped out of the Limo. There was chill in the air and she was wearing basically nothing almost. She could not help her body's reaction to that chill, her nipples peaking within that emerald green silk, and she had no way of covering herself up at all. Nova shivered slightly as she was lead into the estate. They thought it was the cold, it was not, it was her fear taking hold...

 

[Homerun2611]

Vincent saw the body language, and how she tried to move as far in the corner as possible. He probably should have offered her his jacket, as she had to be cold in that dress, however, the effect the cold was having was very enjoyable to watch, and he knew well that was as close as he was likely ever to get to enjoying any part of Nova's extraordinary anatomy.

However, when he saw Cassius do the same, he was not pleased, "Look away, she is not a piece of meat for you to gravel over. She is a lady, and a lady who will be Mr. Feccerata's!" Yes, Vincent was a man of many contradictions, a man whose personal aspirations and desires certainly did not track to his history to date, and he desperately wanted to prove he could change, be worthy of the man that if he had to admit it, he loved and respected even more than his own dearly departed father.

As they talked, what he noticed even more than her simply mouth watering nipples, was how bright and alert her eyes were. She seemed wiser to the world than he had expected, but not necessarily, or even likely through experience, but observation. She and Mr. Feccerata would make an interesting pair, as he was sure he would like her intellect, but how would he cultivate it, and her?

The conversation was pleasant enough, particularly given the crazy circumstances that had precipitated it. But then, "Vincent, I am not sure how smart it was to put all your eggs in this basket. I am out to save myself, not you, you need to remember that" She likely saw him wince, and the old Vincent would have lashed back, perhaps even hit her, but he was learning, he had watched Mr. Feccerata every chance he could and was modeling to the best of his abilities the older, wiser man.

So he waited a moment, and took a deep breath. "I understand that might be your thoughts now, your motivation, but ... " And he paused to make sure she saw the conviction in what he was about to say. "That would be a very big mistake."

He changed topics for a second, "You don't cry do you? That is very impressive, HE will like that." Again, he took a deep breath. "Assuming he likes you, and you, your father and mother should pray that he likes you, you are going to see a world you didn't know existed." It was somewhat cryptic, but he could not be more straight forward, all he knew was the life of Mr. Feccerata was one of rare luxury and power, it was a world he hoped and prayed he himself might get to know as well.

What he did not say was why, but he would answer if she pushed, but it wasn't pretty. For she would be trafficked out, to God only knows what kind of third world monster, they paid the most, and her parents likely killed. Instead he smiled at her, "But, I am pretty sure I didn't make a mistake, in fact I could be happier." She of course would not take it as the complement it was intended, but Mr. Feccerata was a man o the most discriminant taste, and he was going to be shocked if she wasn't delight.

"You should know, he is a widower, his wife died of cancer four years ago, after thirty years of marriage. To the best of my knowledge, he was faithful for every second of their marriage." It was an odd fact to drop, and why should she care, except at some point, he had a feeling she would. He had not been celibate since, but he had also not had a relationship, no emotional investment, purely the satisfaction of his needs, discreetly and thoroughly.

At the mansion, the gates had opened, and they had pulled up to the entrance, the gates closing behind them. The gates were electrified, and as they got out of the car, she would see the man at the door, he was armed. What she wouldn't see, was the sniper on the roof, or any of the other myriad, but state of the art technology he had protecting the perimeter. Once inside, there was a second gunman just inside, both wearling fine dark suits, crisp white shirts, and ties. It is important to note, it had been over a decade since any attempt had been made on the Feccerata family, but still, he left no stone unturned, no detail left to chance.

The downstairs maid met them at the door, "Sir is in his study, he is expecting you." Yet, the woman, thin, attractive, in her mid 40's looked Nova up and down, smiled, "It is a pleasure to have you here as our guest." She said warmly and sincerely, before turning and leading them back though the marble foyer, past the massive and ornate great room back to the large door, knocking and opening the door.

"Mr. Feccerata, it is Vincent and your guest..." Anton Feccerata had been seated on his couch, a glass of scotch in his hand. Seeing her, he set the glass down, and regally, athletically and elegantly he stood and nodded, his eyes also gazing up and down the young beauty. He uttered a simple word that made Vinnie's heart leap for joy, "Remarkable!" Did she see how his eyes looked at her, as if she were not just a jewel, but the most precious and exquisite jewel he had ever seen? He then looked at his downstairs maid, "Mrs. Erickson, please tell Doctor Samuel's we need him now." She nodded, spun and was off.

Over he came, gliding across the floor in a $10,000 dark gray suit, open shirt, no tie, body bronzed by the tan, hair and beard silver gray and not a hair out of place. He reached for her hand, and when offered would lean over and kiss the back. Then looking up, his steely gray/blue eyes, looked into her golden ones. "Nova, it is my pleasure, I am Anton Feccerata. Before we talk, let's get the formalities out of the way. However, now seeing you, I am sure it is not necessary."

He lifted his hand and ever so lightly brushed the back of his fingers against her flawless cheek. As he said that, a slightly built, balding man in is early 50's entered. "Nova, this is Dr. Samuels, he will conduct the inspection." He pointed to an examination chair, complete with stirrups in the corner of his office, and odd thing for most men to have in their office, but that was a question for another time.

"Vincent, come with me!" He commanded and began to leave, only to remember, and look up at the ceiling, clapping and then commanding to a system that only would respond to his voice, "Cameras off!" And with that, he walked out, as Vincent closed the door behind them.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Up until this moment, Nova had thought maybe this was a dream of some sort, or a nightmare. Could it be an elaborate prank that maybe Grant's fraternity had put him up to? She really thought that this was not real. People did not put their daughters up for a gambling debt. She had never heard of such a thing, even at the bar, even in the back room. That was something out of a movie, not real life.

Vinnie had commented that she did not cry. Well no, Nova had not realized that what was happening was real. Other than having to wear this slinky dress, which she had every intention of speaking to Grant about. She even thought her parents were in on it. Again, a father would not put his daughter on the line for a gambling debt, right??

Right??

She even thought the mansion was a "plant" of some kind. This really as an elaborate prank. Really elborate...

But Nova realized, too late, that this was not a dream, not a nightmare, and not a prank. As she stepped into the study, and the handsome, distinguished, older gentleman got to his feet, his movement across the floor to her reminded her of a cheetah, stalking the gazelle. He reached for her hand, which, without even thinking she offered, feeling the light brush of his lips and the tantalizing tickle of his whiskers. She had been so convinced that all this was such an elaborate prank, that she had not even registered hearing that a Doctor had been sent for.

"Nova, it is my pleasure, I am Anton Feccerata. Before we talk, let's get the formalities out of the way. However, now seeing you, I am sure it is not necessary."

Formalities? What formalities was he talking about? She stepped back slightly when he reached up and brushed his fingers along her soft cheek. It was then, that Nova started to come to her censes, that she started think, maybe this was real. Very very real.

"Nova, this is Dr. Samuels, he will conduct the inspection."

Inspection? What did he mean, inspection? Her gaze followed where he indicated and she saw the exam table and stirrups. Nova stepped back again, but the distinguished man, Anton, and Vinnie had already turned to leave the room, with a really strange request to her... "Cameras Off"...

The door clicked closed and the Doctor, really a very benign looking man, turned to Nova. He nodded to the table with a smile and indicated "shall we"...

"Shall we what?" she stepped back again. This was not a prank, this was just, just wrong. Very very wrong.

"No" she answered. It was that simple. "No"

She was not about to let some half-assed Doctor in some guy's study examine her like that. It was not going to happen, and she kept backing away from the Doctor. "I am not staying here, this has gone too far". But the Doctor merely shook his head. He had figured it was not going to be that easy. It never was when it came to this kind of thing. Mr Feccerata was not his only client when it came to the buying, selling, and trading of... well women. Granted, it was not that Mr. Feccerata often got involved. It had surprised the Doctor that this was even considered. He had thought, on his way there, that this girl must be something special or valuable to get him involved. She was an absolute beauty, the kind of beauty that came along once in a lifetime really, the Doctor had to admit. Mr. Feccerata would get a fortune for her, especially if she were really a virgin. But he had to verify and right now, she was not cooperating.

Great, he was going to have to use the sedative.

He backed off, she was spooked, scaring her even more was not going to work for either of them.

"Ok" he softly said. "Ok, I understand. Tell you what, sit down, let me get you a drink, and I will let Mr. Feccerata know that the deal is off and the Limo will take you home, ok?"

Nova was not sure what to think, but at least he was not insisting she get on the exam table. She moved to the leather sofa and sat down, and the Doctor brought her what looked like a shot of Jack Daniels. Nova nodded, and took the drink. "Thank you". He moved to the phone on the desk and picked it up, dialing 3 numbers. "yes, the deal is off" was all he said. She had no idea that what he had said was code that the "product" or more accurately in her case the "payment" was not cooperating and was being sedated. By the time he hung up, Nova had downed the drink and a mere moment later, the world was swimming before her eyes.

"What did you....." but that was all she got out when she slowly leaned over and collapsed on the soft, very expensive, Italian leather, sofa.

She was out cold, and remained so, when 2 of Mr. Feccerata's employees came in and moved the prone girl to the exam table. And she remained out cold while the Doctor did his examination, easily confirming that she was indeed, an untouched, full fledged, intact virgin........

 

[Homerun2611]

Dr. Irving Samuels had most certainly not gone to med school, the Warren Alpert Medical School at Brown University, no less, to do this, to be the concierge physician of a mobster. Of course, that was before his own son had become hooked on heroine, largely stolen from his father's own medical office, and to service that addiction, become a drug dealer himself. His son had been caught in a major drug roundup and was looking at ten years minimum hard time.

Irving had felt guilty, he had divorced his alcoholic wife, when she was caught fucking the assistant pro at the golf club that she had insisted they join, even though Irving didn't play golf. He had paid her to go away, and then realized he had no idea how to raise a child just reaching adolescence. He should have seen the warning signs, but he didn't, he had focused on work, and so when the trouble had come, he had searched out the most powerful man he knew. A man who he had treated several years earlier for a gunshot wound.

Anton Feccerata, had been very gracious, but had made it clear of the consequences. The good news, was his son never saw a day of prison, never had it appear on his record. Instead he had been sent to the best rehab clinic in upstate New York, and now, was a trusted employee of the Don. But Irving? Irving became the Godfather's personal assistant, tending to wounded warriors, helping with overdoses of girls, abortions, and the occasional vetting of a young girl, who would be sold on the black market.

That night, he had been called hurriedly, told she was a very special, very valuable parcel, very important to Mr. Feccerata, but what he hadn't been told was she was for him, the Don's own possession, or at least that was the intent. There had been other girls, but, even as he was first introduced, he knew, none like this, not close. He wanted and would be professional, to not be, would literally be suicide, but this was one inspection he would enjoy!

Yet, the girl clearly, despite the outfit she was wearing, was not fully aware, or perhaps she was not what she had been proclaimed to be. She would not be the first "faux virgin" he had uncovered, but this time, he would actually be disappointed. When he called out, sending the code words, he could not see the expression on his boss' face. "Didn't you tell the girl this would take place, did you not ask the father to confirm?"
Vincent admitted he had not, fully explained the situation, and he felt the chill of disappointment from Anton.

"Well, she will be useless to me for a while, but we will settle this tonight?" Not another word was spoken as they waited for the Doctor to emerge. When he did, Anton stood up, but you could hear the rare eagerness in his voice, "Well?"

Earlier, once the girl had passed out, the Doctor, while not strong had struggled but picked the girl up, setting her on the examination table. He had strapped down her wrists beside her, and then pulled out the stirrups, and set her lifeless feet in place her knees bent. He swallowed, and nervously looked up at the cameras. There was on in each corner of the office, position in the ornate mahogany molding of the 12 foot ceiling. The light was dark, there was no one that would see what would next take place.

The Doctor, returned his focus to the stunning patient, and slowly slid the hem of the emerald green dress up her firm toned legs, and over and down her gorgeous young thighs. Her skin was a lovely soft pink, lightly freckled, and simply gorgeous. He took a moment to simply marvel and admire such perfection of the human form. Dr. Samuel felt the trickle of sweat run down his back and bead on his lip, he also felt the tingle of arousal in his old, and long put to pasture cock. How could he not, after all, he was a man, and she .... perfection.

The exam simple, and while it was true not every woman, even if a virgin, still had her hymen in tact, but this Auburn beauty, was as pure as pure could be. If he had to testify under oath, he would state that she seemed to have almost no, sexual history. Of course, that was merely speculation. So, as Anton asked the question, and Vincent held his breath, the Dr. simply smiled, "She is not only in tact, she is a unicorn, I might likely never see another."

Vincent watched his boss closely, and he saw how his eyes danced at the words, the sigh of relief, even the slight smile that he couldn't hide. But then composure returned, "Okay Vincent, have her caged, and I want you to call me as soon as she awakes. Immediately!" Of course that was not all, he needed to protect the treasure that was now incapacitated in his office, and so, before he went to get a bit to eat, he returned to his office, "Cameras on!" And then he looked long and hard at Vincent, who did not need to be warned any further.

Vincent did as told, and took no liberties. Mrs. Erickson coordinated as Vincent's two soldiers brought up the six foot by four foot by three foot wrought iron cage. It had a thin bed with a fine silk sheet covering the mattress, a small bowl filled with water, and a blanket, folded of the softest clothe one could find. Mrs. Erickson made sure the girl was unfastened from the table, and carefully placed in the cage, even stopping to lightly kiss her forehead and bet her auburn hair. "She is a beauty, she should make Sir very happy!" The elegant woman said in a bittersweet tone, that Vincent did not completely understand.

It was nearly two hours before Nova began to stir, and Vincent immediately called Mr. Feccerata to let him know. "I will be there in fifteen minutes, leave her in the cage until I arrive." A few minutes later when she opened her eyes, and seemed to be coming back to life, Vincent approached the cage and spoke in a whisper. "Thank God you were a virgin, but why did you object?" He didn't wait for an answer, "This is not some sort of play world, you are one wrong move from being sold on the black market to your worst nightmare, and sending your mother and father to death, that is the truth, or ... you can listen and hear what he has to say, but for God's sake, be smart!"

By the time Anton opened the door and entered, he first looked at Vincent and then the girl. His voice was firm, "You put yourself in that cage, you displeased me and forced my Doctor to drug you. I hope you have learned your lesson, shall we continue? We have much to still discuss!"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

It felt like she was swimming thru a fog. Dense fog. Trying to get to the surface. Had she gotten drunk and passed out? Had someone slipped her a "roofie" or whatever the date rape drug of choice was these days? No, she never drank when she was working. Never. Then why did she feel so sluggish? Why did she feel so out of it? And what was with the dreams she had, being on an exam table, legs in the stirrups, spread open, her pink, moist, warm pussy open for all to see. Where had that dream come from?

As she struggled to open her eyes, her mind struggled to figure out just what was going on. What, what was she laying on? This was not her bed, she could already tell that. Her eyes fluttered, opening, focusing, thru the fog. Come on focus, she willed herself. She tried to sit up, but that failed the first time, she collapsing back down on the bed. OK, let's try this again, her mind told her and she attempted it again, this time managing to sit upright. Looking around, blinking, what are those bars? We don't have bars on our windows, wait, those were not windows, those were, this is....

Why in the hell was she in a cage?!?!?!

She focused on the man approaching the cage. Did she know him? Should she know him? She managed to mutter "Vincent?" Yes, that was his name, Vincent, Vinnie, the guy from the limo. The limo. The mansion. It was all starting to come flooding back.

"Thank God you were a virgin, but why did you object? This is not some sort of play world, you are one wrong move from being sold on the black market to your worst nightmare, and sending your mother and father to death, that is the truth, or ... you can listen and hear what he has to say, but for God's sake, be smart!"

Sold on the black market? Sending her mother and father to death? What was he talking about?

But Nova was not stupid. She was not a stupid barmaid. She had never been stupid. Black market, slave trade, selling women, girls. All one had to do was pick up a Time Magazine, or a Newsweek, or any other reputable publication, or check out CNN online, "this is CNN" suddenly paraded across her field of vision, what was the matter with her? and there were stories about the black market trade in drugs, guns, cars, women. Nova felt a cold shiver grip her, and she backed away from where Vinnie stood peering in at her, scooting further back on the thin bed, against the far barred wall of the cage..

Cage.. She was in a cage, like an animal.

Be smart. Easy for him to fucking say, he wasn't in a cage. She took the time to look around the room. It was the same study she had been in earlier. Then it hit her, how the hell did he know she was a virgin? How had he known.... She shot a look at where the exam table had been. It was gone now. But she remembered, she remembered the Doctor, the exam table, for an... inspection.

An inspection of her.

"No" she shook her head, looking straight at Vinnie. "No, Vinnie, please you have to let me out of here, please don't do this.. Don't.." but she fell silent when the door opened and the older Gentleman entered. Just by Vincent's demeanor, and her remembering, this was the man she needed to deal with.

Be smart ... she stole a sideways glance at Vinnie as his advice flashed in her mind.

"You put yourself in that cage, you displeased me and forced my Doctor to drug you. I hope you have learned your lesson, shall we continue? We have much to still discuss!"

Nova knew she had choose her words carefully. He was clearly not happy. And she was at the decided disadvantage, not to mention she was fighting her growing terror at what was happening to her.

"I apologize, but one does not expect to be... examined... in a private home... at the whim of someone other than themselves"

She wanted to scream at him to let her out of this damned cage, but again, Vinnie's advice flashed in her mind... Be smart... Would he really sell her on the black market? And kill her parents? Kill her?

Be smart!!!!

"What kind of discussion can we have with me caged like an animal?" she finally quipped, it came out a bit more, sarcastic, then she had intended, but hell, it was a legitimate question. She heard Vinnie's harsh intake of breath, but she, somehow, managed to keep her own breathing even, as for her heart, it was racing wildly in her chest, and she was fighting with everything she had to not tremble, to not let him see that fear.

 

[Homerun2611]

Vinnie could feel it was all crashing down around her, as he tried to approach and she scurried back and away in the cage. The cage itself, had to be shocking, as it was a bit to him. Yet, it was also beguiling and sexy, as the thought of this gorgeous creature as a pet had a visceral appeal he could not deny. Her dress slid up her leg a bit, and the tone and allure of her bare leg, and what it most certainly led to, made him aroused, even though he wished it did not.

He had not been allowed in for the inspection, his men had put her up on the table, but then were given strict orders as the doctor conducted her "testing" in private. With the cameras off, no one but Dr. Samuel had witnessed her initial unveiling, or how as he exposed her, and spread her legs a bit wider in the stirrups, how he had first taken a moment to admire. For this was more than biology, or medicine, this was a display of God's finest work!

There was something so perfect about a woman's pussy, perfect in form and function. Her pursed lips spread, and he couldn't prevent himself from leaning in and allowing himself to inhale her sweet musk. Much like a sommelier, would twirl the glass, and enjoy the bouquet, he basked in the freshness and purity of her scent. He was nervous, God help him if Mr. Feccerata saw the liberties he was taking, but take he did! Her lips were the softest, palest of pink, just perfect, and his fingers played along her slit, easing her lips ever further open.

"Ahh, lovely, just lovely ..." He muttered, as he got harder and harder in a most unprofessional manner. He did not criticize himself too harshly though, as this task had little to do with any hypocratic oath. He licked his lips, never had a pussy so cried out to be kissed, a cunt so needing to be licked, but that he would not do, although he was jealous of his ruthless boss, and they joy that awaited him. He then procedurally and thoroughly finished the examination. When he was finished, he made sure to completely cover the sleeping beauty, and then tried to think of the most vile and disgusting things he could, until finally, mercifully his erection subsided enough that his little cock would not be noticed by the great man as he left. While not sure, he assumed that faux paus might just have gotten him killed.

Vincent and his men had then moved her off the table, and into the cage, with the care to make sure that the merchandise was not inappropriately touched or displayed, somehow they had succeeded! Now, he heard her plea, "No, Vinnie, please you have to let me out of here, please don't do this.. Don't.." What could he say, he did feel pity, but also jealousy, for he had seen Anton's eyes when he first saw her. The last thing that man wanted to have to do was harm her, and so he answered honestly, in the last few seconds they had alone. "I didn't do this, your father did, I only collected."

Anton made his entrance a mere second after Vincent had spoken, but luckily for them all, he hadn't heard the exchange. He began harsh, a quick rebuke, to which she gave her version of an apology. "Others, are not given away by their parents as chattel to erase a debt. The reality is you were offered, under certain assumptions, as they were necessary to give you the value that relieved his obligation, and like any good businessman, I had to make sure of authenticity of those certifications." It was intended to be cold, to make sure she understood, that at the moment, she was no more than an asset, property, no different than a painting, vase or gem, and no less needing validation of authenticity. He let it sink in.

He let the cold slip away, and the warmth return, he wanted to modify the nature of this relationship. He again looked at Nova, his eyes scanning up and down her form and smiled, not wickedly, but tenderly, like a potential purchaser might look at a kitten. "What a beautiful pet you are." Once again, the words chosen purposefully, the trigger word PET, to see just how her body reacted, viscerally. Was she naturally submissive? He expected it to displease her, but also resonate, and she would remember, and over time, come to decide if in fact, she didn't like the implication.

At first she snarled, not her most attractive side, but certainly understandable. "What kind of discussion can we have with me caged like an animal?" He heard Vincent gasp, but he only smiled and looked at his young wanna be protege. "Don't worry Vincent, the kitten apparently has claws, but I don't mind an occasional scratch. Now please leave the young lady and I alone!" He even chuckled, and it would foreshadow, the significantly greater leash that Anton would give Nova. Anton watched her eyes as he told Vincent to leave, her body language as she pulled back further, but he waited for Vincent to leave, and shut the door behind him.

Everything Anton did was measured and well, dignified. And so, he moved and bent over to undo the latch on her cage, and swung the door open. "I know you are afraid, although you hide it well. But you need not be afraid, you are always safe when you are with me, safer than you have ever been your entire life." His steel eyes looked directly into hers as he spoke, looked deeply, trying to speak to her very soul. He said it so calmly, gently, but confidently, not as if opinion, but fact. He had the door open and reached out his hand to assist her up and out. His hand extended, palm open, this was an offering, and if taken she would feel the strength and steadiness in his hands. Yes, he was older, but virile, brave, strong and tough.

He would help her up, and then he would walk her over to one of the overstuffed, leather wingbacks. He turned and lifted his hand, again grazing her cheek, before cupping her chin to look back into her eyes. "This night, this ... this..." And he waved his other arm out, referring to his home, his palace, his life, "...will prove very different than you think, than you fear. I want to learn about you, who you are, your desires and goals, your life." He let go, and sat down in the chair, "Now, please, kneel in front of me, and let's talk..." He had said please, he always had impeccable manners, and although the tone was soft, the delivery measured, he hoped she would not mistake it for a request, for it was not, it was a command!

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"I know you are afraid, although you hide it well. But you need not be afraid, you are always safe when you are with me, safer than you have ever been your entire life."

What did he know about fear, she wondered as she listened to him talk. He had just told her that her father, well the man she considered her father, she knew full well that she was adopted, had offered up her... HER.. for a gambling debt. What she had thought was an elaborate, but really sick, prank, was not a prank at all. None of this was. This was real and she was caught in the middle of it.

Nova had stood up when he approached the cage, but stepped back when he opened it. She did not trust him. She did not trust him at all. In fact, truth be told, she trusted Vinnie more than him. It was more than obvious that he kept his emotions very close to the chest and very hidden. What he showed to her or the world for that matter was not always what he was feeling. Whereas Vinnie, he was a loose cannon. But loose cannons for the most part were very easy to read...

But Nova also did not want to remain in this cage. So yes, she did accept his hand when he offered it to her, letting her slender, delicate fingers slip along his palm. She was a good several inches shorter than him, her heels had long since been confiscated, so she was in her bare feet. At 5'6" and 118 pounds, she was not "petite" like a 5'4" 100 pound cheerleader may be, but then again, she had all the right curves in all the right places at just the right proportions.

Hesitantly, she followed his lead, letting him lead her to one of the large, leather chairs that graced the room. As he sat down, his voice, deep, soft, reverberated thru the room...

"This night, this ... this..." And he waved his other arm out, referring to his home, his palace, his life, "...will prove very different than you think, than you fear. I want to learn about you, who you are, your desires and goals, your life. Now, please, kneel in front of me, and let's talk..."

She almost recoiled at his touch, when his fingers brushed her cheek, cupped her chin to lift her eyes to his. Almost. How she managed to stand straight and not react she could not begin to explain. But something, maybe it was survival instinct, maybe it was Vinnie's warning about the black market and her parents being killed, but something kept her standing steady, tho the slightest quiver of a tremble did course through her.

Kneel...

Her mind focused on that one word.

Kneel...

He wanted her to kneel down.

This was very, very real.

Nova stepped back. She was not about to kneel. She shook her head no. "No, no, don't make me do that, don't make me kneel" She had heard him call her pet before. She was a smart girl. Scared, terrified, but smart. Pet, cages, kneeling, most of this kind of thing she had attributed to sex games, bedroom fun. This was far from that. Almost without thinking, she ran her fingers into and through her long auburn red hair, it was a nervous habit of hers, to almost play with her hair when she was feeling uncomfortable, and needless to say, she was feeling uncomfortable.

But she had no where to go. She had backed up several steps from him, her breathing had quickened and she was flush. It was more than obvious to the observer that she was badly frightened and trying so valiantly to stay calm...

"Please, I just want to go home"

 

[Homerun2611]

Anton felt her stiffen at his touch, and if she had taken a dagger and plunged it into his heart, he could not have felt it more. But he did not show it. He kept his composure, he always kept his composure, even his rage when he rarely but ruthlessly showed it, was controlled and purposeful. She did not want to see his rage, even though she was unwittingly doing her best to unleash it. He sat down, perhaps they could talk, he wanted to speak with her, understand her.

There were a few things beyond her control, she did belong to him, and that would not change, it couldn't, his reputation, his business depended on it. Every gambler, every addict, had a story, it didn't, couldn't matter. You paid or you suffered the consequences, and the consequences had to be severe. Many people are motivated by opportunity, but all are motivated by fear.

They might not like the fact they were, but they were, and Anton had built an empire by understanding human nature, there would be no gifts or forgiveness of debt. But it was more than that, and he knew it, she was a jem, a jewel, living, breathing perfection, and she was submissive, he knew it, he didn't even know how he knew it, but he did, and he wanted her to be his, completely, but how?

Not since his dear wife passed, after a horrible battle, had he had love in his life, warmth, or true desire. Oh he had his surrogate, and she tried, cared for him, satisfied his needs, and did so dutifully, tenderly, even lovingly, but he could not feel what was not there. But this girl, he had felt it the moment he saw her, the moment she walked into the room. He wanted her, but now he was quickly realizing he must be patient.

Nova stepped back. She was not about to kneel. She shook her head no. "No, no, don't make me do that, don't make me kneel"

Anton's eyes looked up, almost in shock as the girl retreated. "You refuse?" He felt the anger build, but took a deep breath, controlling it. Oh the temptation was there, to grab her and bend her over her knee, the insulant bitch! How dare she, no one refused him, not now, not in years! Now though he knew was a time of deliberateness and calm.

He stood up, and moved toward her, circling and then setting his hands on her shoulder from behind. "You disappoint me, but I understand you are scared, and don't understand. You will come to heed my command, but not out of fear, but desire, you will see."

He wanted to do more, he had planned to slip the gown from her shoulders, let his eyes feast, even enjoy the touch of his new prize, but not now, that could wait, something to look forward to, he was a patient man.

He stepped back and clapped his hands. "Vincent, Mrs. Erickson, now please!" It was mere seconds before they joined Nova and Anton Feccerata in the room. "Vincent, I want you to bring Nova's mother here, it has been a long day, please have her here first thing in the morning."

He then turned to Mrs. Erickson, "Please bring the girl something to eat, whatever she wants within reason, and then make sure she goes to bed in her cage after using the restroom brushing her teeth or whatever is needed. She needs to feel safe in her cage."

He now walked around and looked at Nova. "You won't be going home, this is your home. And you will stay in your cage until I know I can both trust you and know that you will behave. No one wants to hurt you, anything along those lines you will have done to yourself, I don't want to drug you either, but we will. Do as I say, and you will see your mother in the morning, it will be to say good bye, at least for a while. How long, again that will ultimately be up to you? You need to get over your fear, and talk with me. I may be the first person who truly cares about what happens to you and has the means to deliver. But if you can't open your mind, if you won't try, well then ... there is nothing I can do."

He was ready to leave, she wouldn't see Anton again this night. "Vincent, you and your men are hear to ensure she does as I say, but are not to touch her, unless she won't do as I ask." That was it, and Anton walked out...

 

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(OOC: A long while back, despite mutual best efforts, Ambrosia Caress and I agreed that we had different visions for how this story and these characters evolved. She graciously agreed that I could move on with another writer. I am thrilled that Yeishia will be replacing Ambrosia going forward. I greatly look forward to seeing where she and I can take this story and our vision of the evolution of a D/S relationship. The new story can be seen here.)